04-16-2018, 08:31 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua remembers vaguely those that he had tortured in the past. Those that he morally wounded in order so that they would get the picture to what they were getting themselves into and be quick to leak the information that he needed in order to complete the task that he was doing. Every time that he had tortured someone, he felt nothing in doing so. It was just a job, and he was a weapon, a tool that was being used for other's so that they could get whatever the hell they wanted. It didn't matter to him at the time because he was going to get paid and that was all there was to know. The assassin knew that the clans had tortured other's before, and even if their means of torture were quite weak, it just meant that most of them got some form of emotion out of torturing others. Whether it be revenge for someone that ended up getting hurt and they were taking their anger on someone that wasn't even remotely related to the issue or someone that had done the deed. He had seen it plenty of times before where they would usually go overboard, but in the end, they decided that killing someone in a torture probably wasn't the best idea and would deliver them. Which made no sense to him because, considering the clans that went this route, they already had sent a message with the way they would constantly fight against the clan so leaving a survivor wouldn't help their case. Some may say that Killua wasn't a savage in the regard that he didn't feel enjoyment when he tortured others. Not much could be said about the rest of his family though, as there was no telling how they would end up torturing someone. He never interrupted their torture session because it would have changed the atmosphere of the dungeon that the victim was in. He never did it in order to pay someone back for what they did, and he wasn't someone that got off on it like Guru did. Killua wasn't that sick in the head when it came to causing pain to others. Now, emotionally scarring someone was something that Killua wasn't afraid of taking part in, especially if someone ended up pissing him off. Usually, it would just take one glare to shut someone up if they were making him angry, but threatening their lives would also help shut them up because they didn't know what he was capable of. He had already proved himself to be quite dangerous after the corpses that had fallen on the border. If the situation presented himself though and he needed information, would he torture someone to get it?
Right now, probably. He wasn't killing someone, and he probably wouldn't give them fatal injuries as that would mean he would lose his lead. Instead, he would attack the most painful parts of the creature that he could find and go from there, and probably probe the inside of their head a little bit to gather memories that he could use against them. When had been the last time he had used his telepathy? He can't quite remember, maybe it had been when he was getting attacked by his brother and he had used it in a vain attempt to try and get away from him. Killua had been struggling with his temper recently, thanks to the lack of sleep that he had been having. It was almost a week since he had last slept, having been trained to go a week without any form of sleep. He was nearing his limit, but he was too afraid to go asleep. Like Jacob, he suffered from night terrors, but instead seeing fire and those around him that he cared about dying, it was usually his brother. The tiger usually bringing up those that he had simply interacted with and slaughtering them in front of him. Despite him being in the clans, he never wanted any harm to come to the clanners that he was living with no matter what sort of attitude he had toward them. None of them deserved to be killed by the likes of a Zoldyck, especially with the way that his brother killed others at the same time. His brother would always end up bringing the first friend that he had ever made while he was a kitten, which had been a husky puppy that hadn't really been given a name back then. He had found the pup while he was running around the mountain that the Zoldyck's owned, and found the other lost and confused. Killua took him in, but looking back he probably should have left the puppy to fend for itself. In the end, the pup would have probably died anyway, as he would constantly relive moments of him cutting the throat of his only friend that was several months ago. On top of that, he would be forced to watch the scene if he had refused to kill the dog himself, and his brother would have been forced to kill the canine. Watching the torture session over and over again. Or a recent nightmare that was plaguing him, was the eventual death of his adopted sister Amorette who was currently in a defenseless body. She was a robot, and there was only one way she could have gotten a body like that if her raincoat was just laying there. She probably died, and it was because he left her that she died. He should have been there for her. That's what family was for after all. The ivory-hued assassin had been staying in the cave that he considered to be his own. Completely separate from the rest of the camp. One that would ever randomly find the cave would notice that in one corner there were claw marks in the stone, in several different directions.
Killua usually lashed out at anything that was around him when it came to his frustration. Which came with the voice that whispered in his head all of the time when he even got remotely happy about something. It pissed him off, and he couldn't help but feel even more frustrated with the situation with the Typhoon. The deputy couldn't possibly look at them as allies after what they had done. He didn't care. If the place was willing to harbor someone like that in their ranks then they couldn't be trusted. Especially with the white canine that was there, he wasn't sure if he should trust her or not. Both of them had done terrible things, and on top of that she was willing to try and get the voice out of his damned head. Was that even possible? He didn't know. He was pissed off at the Typhoon basically, and the more violent side of him wanted to take out his frustration on Guru himself. The other had been cocky toward him, and he wanted so badly as soon as he started to speak to slit her throat. It would have been easy. It was always easy. Killua knew it would be a mistake to have so many creatures around to just simply end up attacking the female who didn't realize that she was outmatched. Killing was wrong, he knew that, but he had no one to vent his frustrations toward, and that usually resorted to him going back to his bad habits. There was no one around to stop him, and he wasn't willing to share his emotions with just anyone either. Indeed, he had killed two animals while Jacob was away, meaning that the healer may not know what the deputy had done, and he planned on keeping it that way. Although his injuries would be difficult to talk about and if there was anyone around that had been at the scene they would realize that he was lying. Why did his brother have to put him into such a terrible predicament? The healing serval flicked one of his large white ears as he walking through the snow heading toward the camp. His limbs almost seemed to drag as he walked, his eyes directed in a tired manner toward the ground. What he would give to have some peace for like a day. He wouldn't mind killing for some peace. As he neared camp, his ears were able to almost pick up a familiar sound in the distance. He had heard it once, and that had been when he was around Jersey when he was playing guitar and singing. Huh, was he playing again? Immediately becoming alert to his surroundings, the bandaged male began to make his way into the cave of the camp, and he was able to slightly recognize the voice that it did belong to. Jacob. Familiar scents filtered their way through his nasal cavity, picking up scents for both Melantha and Jacob. Interesting. He finally came across the two, noticing that Jacob had been the one playing guitar. Huh. Like brother he guessed. Killua sat himself a little bit of a distance away, before laying himself down, and a yawn parted his jaws. "So you can sing too huh? Pretty cool." Killua said in a tired tone as his sapphire blue eyes were looking toward the canine. Although he regarded the cougar with a simple glance before looking toward Jacob again. "Its uhh... good to have you back." Killua stated calmly this time. It was nice to have another creature that was positive and willing to deal with all the feeling stuff. When he wasn't around, Killua had to figure out how to be nice to others, which wasn't the easiest task to accomplish.
Right now, probably. He wasn't killing someone, and he probably wouldn't give them fatal injuries as that would mean he would lose his lead. Instead, he would attack the most painful parts of the creature that he could find and go from there, and probably probe the inside of their head a little bit to gather memories that he could use against them. When had been the last time he had used his telepathy? He can't quite remember, maybe it had been when he was getting attacked by his brother and he had used it in a vain attempt to try and get away from him. Killua had been struggling with his temper recently, thanks to the lack of sleep that he had been having. It was almost a week since he had last slept, having been trained to go a week without any form of sleep. He was nearing his limit, but he was too afraid to go asleep. Like Jacob, he suffered from night terrors, but instead seeing fire and those around him that he cared about dying, it was usually his brother. The tiger usually bringing up those that he had simply interacted with and slaughtering them in front of him. Despite him being in the clans, he never wanted any harm to come to the clanners that he was living with no matter what sort of attitude he had toward them. None of them deserved to be killed by the likes of a Zoldyck, especially with the way that his brother killed others at the same time. His brother would always end up bringing the first friend that he had ever made while he was a kitten, which had been a husky puppy that hadn't really been given a name back then. He had found the pup while he was running around the mountain that the Zoldyck's owned, and found the other lost and confused. Killua took him in, but looking back he probably should have left the puppy to fend for itself. In the end, the pup would have probably died anyway, as he would constantly relive moments of him cutting the throat of his only friend that was several months ago. On top of that, he would be forced to watch the scene if he had refused to kill the dog himself, and his brother would have been forced to kill the canine. Watching the torture session over and over again. Or a recent nightmare that was plaguing him, was the eventual death of his adopted sister Amorette who was currently in a defenseless body. She was a robot, and there was only one way she could have gotten a body like that if her raincoat was just laying there. She probably died, and it was because he left her that she died. He should have been there for her. That's what family was for after all. The ivory-hued assassin had been staying in the cave that he considered to be his own. Completely separate from the rest of the camp. One that would ever randomly find the cave would notice that in one corner there were claw marks in the stone, in several different directions.
Killua usually lashed out at anything that was around him when it came to his frustration. Which came with the voice that whispered in his head all of the time when he even got remotely happy about something. It pissed him off, and he couldn't help but feel even more frustrated with the situation with the Typhoon. The deputy couldn't possibly look at them as allies after what they had done. He didn't care. If the place was willing to harbor someone like that in their ranks then they couldn't be trusted. Especially with the white canine that was there, he wasn't sure if he should trust her or not. Both of them had done terrible things, and on top of that she was willing to try and get the voice out of his damned head. Was that even possible? He didn't know. He was pissed off at the Typhoon basically, and the more violent side of him wanted to take out his frustration on Guru himself. The other had been cocky toward him, and he wanted so badly as soon as he started to speak to slit her throat. It would have been easy. It was always easy. Killua knew it would be a mistake to have so many creatures around to just simply end up attacking the female who didn't realize that she was outmatched. Killing was wrong, he knew that, but he had no one to vent his frustrations toward, and that usually resorted to him going back to his bad habits. There was no one around to stop him, and he wasn't willing to share his emotions with just anyone either. Indeed, he had killed two animals while Jacob was away, meaning that the healer may not know what the deputy had done, and he planned on keeping it that way. Although his injuries would be difficult to talk about and if there was anyone around that had been at the scene they would realize that he was lying. Why did his brother have to put him into such a terrible predicament? The healing serval flicked one of his large white ears as he walking through the snow heading toward the camp. His limbs almost seemed to drag as he walked, his eyes directed in a tired manner toward the ground. What he would give to have some peace for like a day. He wouldn't mind killing for some peace. As he neared camp, his ears were able to almost pick up a familiar sound in the distance. He had heard it once, and that had been when he was around Jersey when he was playing guitar and singing. Huh, was he playing again? Immediately becoming alert to his surroundings, the bandaged male began to make his way into the cave of the camp, and he was able to slightly recognize the voice that it did belong to. Jacob. Familiar scents filtered their way through his nasal cavity, picking up scents for both Melantha and Jacob. Interesting. He finally came across the two, noticing that Jacob had been the one playing guitar. Huh. Like brother he guessed. Killua sat himself a little bit of a distance away, before laying himself down, and a yawn parted his jaws. "So you can sing too huh? Pretty cool." Killua said in a tired tone as his sapphire blue eyes were looking toward the canine. Although he regarded the cougar with a simple glance before looking toward Jacob again. "Its uhh... good to have you back." Killua stated calmly this time. It was nice to have another creature that was positive and willing to deal with all the feeling stuff. When he wasn't around, Killua had to figure out how to be nice to others, which wasn't the easiest task to accomplish.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO